A Bonfire~

Eighty three years, three months and million whirls

Of earth she has allowed--- under her ageing toes

Struggling up the trail through the morning mist

clawing at the ground, she whispers:

 ‘ah, time to live like chickens in cages’!

The notes tremble in her throat,

 Her inner voice takes over choric tones...

 send nothing…neither logic

nor happy dreams….

Existence, at some point of time

 becomes meaningless…

She hastens up the path

Stands in front of her garden

Wonder of wonders…A BONFIRE

Burning, adjacent to her own garden

 feeds her soul

She inhales the smoke of the

Rotten heaps of compost… and realizes

We all have our boundaries, distances to travel

At one point, the outside world comes

To sit at our fences

Ah, destiny is a picket fence

A porch for the old folks

To sit alone… and lament

Silence…absence means nothing!

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Curse Of A Tree

I stare at the human mind
who can cause so much devastation
on the bed draped with life in its depth;

Today, I stand alone…

With nightmares in my heart

I stare in vacuity;

Behold, I open my mouth

And curse you all

For all the things you humans

Have made me swallow over the years

Effects take a long time to show…but,

The countdown has begun.

I gave you cover,

Helped you breathe the wanted air

My last gasps…ah, what a heavenly relief!

You'll see the ghastly face of death after this... 

No daggers for me

I am what you made me

Forest of rains are now replaced

By ambiguous omens…

You twisted this natural world

By your own devices,

For your own desires and reasons…

Now, it’s the nature’s turn

To turn ruthless and insensitive

Flood, drought, earth quakes

Are the sorry gifts of Nature

How beautiful was the cup, 
that held me and the moist earth

 The wounds of the burnt sky, earth

Surround me--- Pity; I lost my homeland

Also the blue skies; the butterflies;

Wild full moon; the starry nights 

 I am speeding towards a painful reality....death!

I am now bound to a strange wheel of Time

Making heroic efforts to breathe,

The air hurts my lungs, burns hope too; 

 Living amidst thousand deaths, today

 I long for my shoulders to rest at last

Your foolish selfishness slow-poisoned me

Oh! How ignorant you are, my dear humans..

It’s hard to apprehend,

So easy to crawl into the fangs

Of an unsanctified future… 

A rare opportunity **** a little magazine has offered to publish this poem!